Rory scrambled to her knees, wrapped her hand around his hard cock then slid her mouth down over him. Wilder couldn’t stop from thrusting his fingers into her hair and groaning.
“Rory,” he whispered.
She removed her mouth, gazed up at him, and smiled.
“I want to go over every inch of you, Wilder.”
“I want to do the same to you—”
“Oh, but you did. Now it’s my turn.” She put her mouth back over him and sucked.
“And I can still remember how you taste,” he murmured.
“Let me take you there.”
“I need to be inside you, Rory. I can’t believe I’m saying this, but this can wait.” He gently shoved her onto her back. He watched as she quickly undressed, and he about came looking at those red bikini panties. She lifted her hips to remove them when he held up his hand, and she frowned at him.
“I want to take them off.”
“Please.”
“I’m sure going to try, baby.” He leaned over her, hooked his fingers in the elastic, pulled them down her legs, and dropped them to the floor.
“Are you going to just stand there?”
“I’m enjoying the view,” he said with a grin, then leaned down and kissed her lips. “I’d love to go over all of you, but if I don’t get inside you soon, it’ll be over before it begins.” He moved his finger through her slit, causing her to moan. “You’re so wet,” he murmured and was about to inch into her when he remembered to get a condom from his wallet. “You make me lose my head.”
Rory laughed as he reached for his wallet, removed a condom, and rolled it down over his cock. If he didn’t have her soon, he would shatter into a million pieces.
Wrapping his hands around her ankles, he tugged her to the edge of the bed. Then he slowly inched into her. When she raised her hips, he slid into her hard, making her gasp.
“Did I hurt you?” he asked.
“No. Please,” she whispered and wrapped her legs around his waist.
“I can’t do this slow this time, Rory,” he said, then laughed. “Hell, I didn’t do it slow the first time, but I promise you I will next time.”
“Yeah, okay. Whatever. Just do it,” she growled out.
Wilder grinned as he looked down at her. She never took her eyes from his as he took her hard. He moved his hands under her hips, lifted her, and plunged deeper into her. God knew he wouldn’t last.
“Wilder,” she moaned out his name, and he could feel her clenching around his cock as she came.
He pulled his hands from under her and leaned down. As his orgasm hit him, he pressed his lips to hers and groaned against her mouth.
Wilder lifted his lips from hers, stared into her eyes, and smiled when she grinned up at him.
“How about a shower?” she asked him.
“I should go, Rory. I can’t chance anyone seeing me here this time of night.”
“All right. I understand.”
“I hope so, baby because I’d love to stay,” he said, pressed his lips to hers again, and kissed her long and slow.
When he raised his head, he kissed her forehead, straightened up, and headed for the bathroom. He knew not to look back at her, or he’d crawl back into bed with her.
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